Making the most of quietly watching Wimbledon and reading means I’ve finished It Just Occurred to Me…: The Reminiscences and Thoughts of Chairman Humph by Humphrey Lyttelton.
Let me start by saying that it is not an autobiography, not a companion to “Sorry I haven’t a clue”, nor is about Jazz music. Though I think anyone with an interest in these areas will enjoy it.
It is a series of stories and memories that ramble around Humph’s life. At times that can be quite frustrating, but as a book to dip in and out of, you appreciate his generation. Humph has a way with words, and most notably few harsh words are spoken in the best tradition of “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”, and good things are said about pretty much everybody he met along the way.
The mistake I made was trying to sit down and read it, it’s a book to dip in and out of.
David Wells is excellent. You ought to read ‘No place for truth’ and ‘God in the wasteland’ – books that I read during my sabbatical. I’ve got both on my shelves if you want to borrow them.
And there’s another book of his I’ve got as well, which follows on from the previous two I mentioned: ‘Losing our virtue’.